"Touch me?" he asked, confused. Did she really not understand that, when not fully clothed, the personal space bubble often included walls and doors? Aww, but her face almost broke her heart. It was unfair. He was gay- women should not have been allowed to manipulate him like Ita was doing right now!
As she stepped up onto the bench, apologizing, Fisher's resolve broke. Again he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her off the bench and gently placed her on the floor. "Sit," he told her sternly.
"I just wanted to say that I'm not used to people seeing me in my underwear," he explained, as you might explain such a thing to a third grader who really thought they were doing you a favor. Which, incidentally, Ita did. "So just... don't peek." God, what the hell was he doing? They could be arrested for this. Still, he slipped his pants off (the chains clinking on the floor, his cheeks flushed with color) and grabbed a new pair of pants and (hopefully) matching shirt.